This is the story of my life. Me knowing something is wrong, don’t know what it is, but I know it’s something. And Doctor after Doctor after Doctor saying it was nothing, that I was too young, or that it was all in my head. In my head?
Doctors infuriate me…
Krystal Ocean-Patch

A picture is worth a thousand words, they say.

It was Bell’s Palsy, by the way. The right side of my face still droops when I’m tired, upset, or stressed. But the hospital and my (former) PCP decided to go with “It’s psychosomatic because you’re LGBT.”

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